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#MCM goes to Tom Holland, the one and only guy who’s able to pull off hello kitty pants and still look hot, stuff like this should be forbidden. I mean usually I’m not the type of girl who looks at the physical appearance of a guy, but DAMNNNNN. Tom got me like Where can I sign up to play mary jane!? ❤️😍🔥Tom, you are the definition of BAE!!😍

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it’s official: i have a thing for luke evans’ voice

Dear Future Husband..... or not

Alot of my friends do this thing where they write letters to their future husbands. Some have special little boxes where they keep all the letters they’ve been writing since 7th grade. Some even seal them with a red lipstick kiss stain. The idea is to give these letters to your husband as a wedding gift on your wedding day. It all sounds lovely and cute right? I think so. At one point I even tried to write a few (only to give up because lets face it, that’s alot of work). 

      Over the past couple long years of puberty I went through the relationship struggles every teenager goes through. The whole mystery game of who likes who. The endless nights talking with friends about our dream boyfriends, The depressing thought that I’ll never be good enough for any boy to like me. I’ve had my fair share of purity talks and relationship sermons. All this I thought was leading me up to having the perfect relationship.

       Then reality came knocking on my dream land door (completely uninvited mind you). That lovely little concept of what the church likes to call “The gift of singleness”. What if God doesn’t have that perfect 6′2, dark haired, British accented man all picked out for me? What if instead He has 12 cats and a fish tank laid out for me in the future? It’s hard to even imagine that. mostly because I don’t particularly like cats, but also because singleness has never ever been in my future plans. 

        The thing is the Bible tells us that singleness is an opportunity. An opportunity to completely focus on God and serving Him. ( 1 Corinthians 7:32-35) I have complete faith that if God does want me to get married He’ll bring the right person into my life ( and I into theirs) but I also have faith that if God wants me to never get married He’ll give me the strength and heart to be content with that. God’s will always works out for the better.  That’s why I don’t want to waste my single days fantasizing and daydreaming about boys. Writing letters to a husband I might never have. I want to give this time to the Lord and to building myself up in Him.           

anonymous asked:

Hoity Toity hoity Toity touken should have dated before sex oh yeah that could totally do that while being on the brink of being killed. Again! This is not an effing coffee shop au! I wish like hell it was- boi imma. On a date? GET OUT. Fine, these antis think it was rushed. But think about the world they live in. They wanted each other. Two adults wanted one another. Ok I'm done. I'm done. I'll tell you a joke. How do you say "bacon" w/ a Jamaican accent? Say "beer can" w/ a British accent. Bye

Man the thing is, not all relationships start in a perfect way. Some relationships really start with sex and then it progresses from there. Ghouls in Tokyo are on the brink of extinction and there was a lot of other things going on before they could even worry about that stuff. And while it happened quickly, I feel like it can’t really be called rushed when there’s been build up since the original series. Ishi//da just has pacing problems in general, tbh, but I think touken was pretty well done despite that. 

Crossfire - Chapter Four

Author: somemaycallmesunshine
Pairing: Young John!Michael x Prophet!Reader
Reader Gender: Female
Word Count: 18k
Warnings: violence, blood, gore, anxiety attacks, angst, swearing, kidnapping, character deaths, a little hint of OC characters

A/N:Chapter four awaits! Thank you to all who have been supportive so far. You all keep me motivated to make you proud. Some fun surprise guests await this chapter. FYI, parts of the episodes are weaved in through the plot with some changes for the sake of the storyline. (Visions as well as internal thoughts are in italics)

Summary: Takes place during season 5. With the apocalypse at foot, Team Free Will and the reader are doing everything in their power to stop it. But when their plans take a wrong turn, the reader gets kidnapped by none other than their enemy, Michael the archangel,

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Y/N awoke the next morning, one of the first nights she hadn’t had a vision in awhile. With the Winchesters and Castiel and the apocalypse, she would have visions every day now that she was in an unfamiliar place, she didn’t know what to expect. She wasn’t sure if she was in Heaven.

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The cast of RE5 in "local man" terms
  • Chris Redfield: Local man travels to Africa, fights zombies, demonstrates poor coping skills with coworkers possible death, and kills old boss in volcano
  • Sheva Alomar: Local woman fights zombies with a personal vengeance, looks absolutely amazing, and helps kill a man in a volcano
  • Jill Valentine: Local woman's nobel sacrifice revealed to not go her way, is brainwashed, and is reminded of who she is inside by coworker/love interest
  • Josh: Local man exists, doesn't die, local blogger needs to replay this game
  • Excella: Local woman helps cause bioterror attack while looking too hot, hot damn, turns into a worm thing, ends up dead
  • Irving: Local man uses British accent to help cause bioterror attack, turns into a fish, ends up dead
  • Albert Wesker: Local man FINALLY DIES
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Anonymous asked: Can you do a crowley imagine, where the reader is the middle sibling of the winchesters, but she sides more with crowley than them?

Words: 1,863
Pairings : Crowley x Reader
Warnings : None that I can think of.
A/N: I might have gotten a little carried away on writing this, as this is the first part. I do apologize. 

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I Hope That You Catch Me, 'Cause I'm Already Falling (1/2)

A Chris x Ella One-shot

Summary: She never knew a certain emotion could be so powerful. Ella tries to name this feeling and to put her past behind. She tells Chris the one thing that’ll change their relationship for good.

Soundtrack: Listen to this incredible song; it beautifully says everything the characters are trying to say to each other. Also, this song itself is heavenly!!!

Note: This is dedicated to two main people:

  1. My best friend, who has always supported me with everything I’ve ever done. A few thousand words aren’t enough to ever thank you. ILYSM
  2. To everyone who read Lumiere, darling. Your immense support is what has prompted me to post this one. Hopefully, you’ll all like it.

P.S. I know nothing of american football, so please ignore anything that sounds weird as I had NO idea what to do.

If you have any requests, please ask away lovelies :)

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It’s become her mantra, Breathe in. Breathe out. In. And out. Okay. In. Out. It’s raining today, pouring really, so it seems like mother earth is shedding it’s tears upon her impending death; her impending failure and embarrassment and disappointment. The winds have chilled, not because it’s March, no, but because it too can sense her impending heartbreak today and is trying to match the situation. The venue seems to have way too many people because apparently they too want to witness her impending break-up - they’re definitely not her for Chris’ best friends wedding; they just await the drama. She shakes her head and smooths nonexistent wrinkles of her dress. It’s her first time meeting his family. Evans - no, Chris - thought this’d be a great occasion for her to meet his family and worse his friends. All in one night. She knows deep down that if the Evans are anything like Chris, then she would get along with them just fine, yet heaven knows why her thoughts have decided to drown themselves in the sea of despair. But Evan - Chris! - has been super excited about this for a whole month now and she can’t imagine to let him down. Funny. She calls him Chris now and she still remembers his face when she first said it.

Ugh!!! no, no, no, and NO! That is not what I’m saying. Look the game is really simple, so this guy here, Tom Brady, he…” begins Evans for the millionth time as he tries to explain American football to her. But she can’t stand this any longer. She begins to doubt how they’ll ever work once he finds how how she is completely uninterested in the one thing that he’s most interested in. This ship was not meant to sail. His passion on the subject is overwhelming her and she needs to stop him before he begins to rot away the remaining 5% of a brain she once had.

“Evans please, listen I-”

“And his 40 yard dash time is-”

“Evans please!-”

“He is magic, pure perfection I te-”


“And you know what he did last game? Oh my Gahd! He Fuckin-”

“Christopher!!! stop!” and she rants on and on about how she doesn’t want to hear about sports and how this is a date night and so they should be doing something else rather than sitting and talking about football in a car. But he isn’t even listening, she notices. He is just sitting there with his eyebrow arched and a small smirk playing at his lips.

“Wha’?” she demands rather hotly.

“You said Christopher. Its almost like you said Chris. I didn’t know we were on first name basis Ms. Francis” he teases as he leans towards her. His damn fresh and clean fragrance is engulfing her and her mind, that was walking on a perfectly clean pathway, suddenly falls into the gutter and all she can think of is how kissable his lips look and how happy he looks she didn’t call him by his surname. So she leans in, and utters a single sentence:

“Well, I don’t think you’ll be complaining about it anytime soon so…”

And she feels his lips on hers; the rest of the memory is a blissful blur.

She has to admit, the venue looks gorgeous. From string lights hanging from the ceiling in rows, to intricate flower arrangements on the circular tables, everything looks so - stunning. She loves weddings. The excitement, nervousness, joy… She simply loves weddings. But standing here now, at the entrance, she feels so lost that she stands in the same spot for a few minutes. She’s called Chris, tried calling Chris. But he won’t pick up! Torn between scanning the crowd openly for a familiar face and trying to keep her head low so as to avoid any unnecessary attention, she blindly takes a step forward.

“Ella! Hey! You’re Ella.” says an obviously excited voice. She turns to her right to find herself face-to-face with Scott, his brother. 

“Uh, yeah. Hi, I’m Ella Francis” she replies hesitantly.

“Yeah I know, obviously. I mean, you are somewhat famous aren’t you? Or are you someone else?” Scott jokes. She immediately senses that he’s trying to diffuse the tension and hugely appreciates his humor.

“Oh, uh, well, you know. I may have done a film or two. Nothing big.”

“Man, you’re British accent game’s damn strong!” He laughs. “It’s nice by the way, different. You kinda get sick of hearing just potty mouths here ya know? I’m Scott by the way, Chris’ younger bro whom he may or may not have mentioned to you depending on how much of an asshole he was being.”

“Guess not a very big one then, he did mention you and he, er, showed me photos too. Um, do you - do you know where Chris might be? I’ve been trying to call him but… He asked me to come here today, I - he thought it’d be nice to see everyone?” she finished sheepishly.

“You asking me or telling me?” And that damn smirk that look so much like his brother’s makes its way onto Scotts face.

“Asking you, telling you what?” says a new voice, a female one. “Oh. Hi! You’re Ella, I’m Shanna - Chris’ sister.” She has a nice, warm voice and Ella feels it’s probably best to shake her hand as she replied a hello back. 

“She was asking me if I knew Chris invited her today.” states Scott, looking at Shanna.

“Hmm, well he may have mentioned it once.” replies his sister.

“Or twice.”


“Every two hours” Scott breathes out before they all dissolve into a fit of giggles. Ella can feel the color rising on her cheeks and she’s pretty sure her ears have turned bright red. There’s beads of perspiration forming on the back of her neck and her hands seem to have a mind of their own as they continue to fidget uncontrollably. Her stomach seems to churn at such a fast speed that she thinks she’ll end up puking all over her chiffon dress. She tries to ask one of them if they’ve seen Chris but her mouth is as dry as dust and the music, the laughter, the chatter has all fused into one gigantic mess of white noise. Before she can utter a single word, however, a smooth, deep voice cuts through all the noise. 

“I see you’ve met these troublemakers, not a great start El.” He’s teasing her but he sounds rather breathless. 

All of the lights land on you
The rest of the world fades from view
And all of the love I see
Please please say you feel it too

She can feel all her anxiety vanish into thin air the moment his melodious voice reach her ears. She turns around and everything, everyone, except him turns blurry. He’s smiling and wearing a sharp three-piece suit and she can feel the corners of her mouth lift up at the sight of him. She replies in an equally breathless voice, 

“Hey,”. She hasn’t seen him in three weeks and the reality of just how much she’s missed him hits her like a freight carrier. All she wants to do is jump into his arms, run her hands through his hair and claim his lips. She wants to feel his muscles underneath her fingertips and feel his breath on her skin and hear his moans in her ear and look into those deep blue eyes that she swears she can get lost in for decades. She needs to feel the comfort of his embrace and the peaceful sounds of his heartbeat. Its been three weeks and it scares her how much she wants him at this moment. Its not even completely sexual. Its this other feeling. It’s this feeling of euphoria, like she’s floating and the only thing keeping her tied to the Earth is him. Her Chris. She has this jittery feeling in her belly, her palms sweaty and a flutter of electricity runs through her body when he takes hold of her soft hand in his calloused ones and entwines their fingers as he leans in to graze her cheek with his lips. She’s had weeks to think about this infatuation and she knows its not an obsession - it’s another emotion that she doesn’t want to admit to because admitting it would take them and their relationship to a whole new level.

And all of the noise I hear inside
Restless and loud, unspoken and wild
And all that you need to say
To make it all go away
Is that you feel the same way too

But that’s the thing. She can’t find herself admitting it to him. She can see it in his eyes, he feels the same but he just won’t say anything. Its like he’s waiting for the grass to grow; he’s waiting for her to admit it first. She’s vaguely aware of his siblings making some joke about the two of them and Chris rolling his eyes and telling her to come meet his parents and everyone else. So she simply follows him, their hands still entwined, towards the back of the hall and through the crowd of people chatting. Wherever she passes through, she’s almost certain the noise level increases as people’s eyes are drawn towards her. There’s is tumultuous tornado of emotions stirring up inside her. She feels scared and happy, excited and nervous, anxious and calm and Ella just wonders how its possible for a human being to experience all this at once.

His family is nice. Really nice. They’re a bunch of happy and fun people just like Chris. They are also quite educated and sophisticated in their own sense. True, there’s this sort of cultural barrier between them, but it isn’t thicker than a veil. Its all very new to her. She’s been here for less than 2 hours and already she has laughed at a dozen jokes, made others laugh with her witty comments and met nearly all of Chris’ friends and is now sitting next to him watching the wedding ceremony unfold itself.

And I know
The scariest part is letting go
‘Cause love is a ghost you can’t control
I promise you the truth can’t hurt us now
So let the words slip out of your mouth

She has never done all this before. None of her relationships have lasted beyond the three-month mark. None of her ex-boyfriends have gotten to the point where they’d introduced her to his family. There was this time when she thought maybe she was going wrong. Maybe she just couldn’t hold down a guy. That it was her fault they all left her. She couldn’t let go of her past. She’d spent ages running away from relationships until Chris happened. He strolled into her life one day and she couldn’t stop herself. He’s been all around her, like he’s following her everywhere she goes. But she’s never been this happy either. 

She looks up at him from the corner of her eyes and stifles a laugh as she realizes he’s tearing up - just a little bit. He won’t cry but seems to be on the verge of it. And it’s that moment, that one tiny insignificant second in the plethora of time that she is able to name that jittery, butterfly-ish feeling as love. She loves him. Its as simple as that. Love. L. O. V. E. And God help her because she has never felt this afraid before.

So that was the first part. I’m working on the second and it should be up by Sunday. 

Please let me know how this was and if you liked it or not. I really appreciate any comments that you guys have. Also, comment if you wanna be tagged in the future or if you wanna be removed from the taglist which you hopefully don’t wanna do.

Once more, thank you for reading and hope you all have a wondrous day ahead :)

- N

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Once in a Lifetime: Chapter 8

Once in a Lifetime: A Harry Styles AU Imagine Series


So most of the story from now on will be in the present! 

I hope you guys aren’t disappointed in this chapter. 

Please let me know what you think!

Chapter 8: Amour de ma vie

She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5

May 2020: Manhattan, New York City (Present)

Harry’s POV

It had been exactly one week since my bakery started selling my newest creation, ‘Amour aigre-douce.’ 

The amount of customers coming in have increased to the point that for a few hours of the day, there would be a line going out the door and down half a block. It has been in such high demand to the point where we had to stop baking certain items and JUST make the ‘Amour aigre-douce’ cupcakes.

“Thank you so much for stopping by! Please come again!” I smiled as I handed the couple in front of me their box of half a dozen ‘Amour aigre-douce’ cupcakes.

“Holy cow Harry, the line is never ending!” Candice sighed as she came back from the kitchen with a whole new batch of ‘Amour aigre-douce.’

“I know this is insane! I can’t believe that so many people love my cupcakes!” I shook my head at her as I helped her set up the cupcakes inside the glass counter.

“How can you not believe it? They taste like heaven!” A middle age lady said as she took the box from Casey’s hand.

“Thank you so much!” I grinned at her.

“You’re an absolute genius!” She blew me a kiss as she walked out the door.

That Friday I had to close the bakery early because we had ran out of ingredients for the cupcakes and the new shipment was suppose to be coming that afternoon. I felt so terrible letting down my customers but I had no choice. I had exactly one batch of 2 dozen cupcakes left that I promised to my crew and of course, Niall.

That afternoon, Claudia and I were cleaning the front of the store together while the the rest of the crew were spot cleaning the kitchen and Candice was calculating the money we had made this week.

“Who is she?” Claudia asked as we both wiped down the counters.

“She who?”

Amour aigre-douce? I know that the cupcake was not created just because, there’s a story behind it.” Claudia turned her body towards me and crossed her arms. Claudia was one of the older employees of mine, she was very sweet and insightful. She was also very observant. She was a mother of three and she had amazing cake decorating skills, which was why I hired her on the spot.

Amour de ma vie.” I winked at her. She was the only person at the bakery that knew and spoke French, besides me.

“Really? The love of your life? Do tell.” She was intrigued.

“Long story.” I hummed as I continued to wipe down the counters.

“I have time.” 

“Not today Claudia, maybe another time. Plus Niall’s here.” I saw my best mate try to open then door and then pulled out his extra set of keys to unlock front door then lock the deadbolt after he came in.

“Hey Candice! Claudia!” Niall waved at the two ladies, Candice just nodded and Claudia waved.

“Why did you close early? It’s only 2 in the afternoon.” Niall put his keys back in his pocket as he pulled out his phone.

“We ran out of raspberries, semi-bitter chocolate and eggs.” I tossed the rag inside a bucket and turned on the sink to wash my hands.

“You’re joking!” His eyes widened as he smiled with his mouth wide.

“I am definitely not joking. I’m waiting for the new shipment to come in, which should be around 4pm.” I looked at the big clock on the wall as I dried my hands.

“Please tell you saved me some.” Niall frowned.

“Actually, I did. Six to be exact.” I nodded my head at the box that was on the counter.

Niall immediately grabbed a cupcake out of the box and took a bite, “I could kiss you Harry!” I saw his face brighten as he chewed and swallow, “Holy shit! I didn’t think your cupcakes could get any better but you just proved me wrong!” 

I shook my head, “Thanks?”

Claudia shuffled past me and to Niall, “Language! AND you’re making a mess! I just cleaned the floors!” She hit him with the rag.

“Oy! Claudia! Stop! Sorry!” He jumped back and tried to avoid her and I just laughed.

“Louis is stopping by in a few minutes,” Niall said after Claudia went into the kitchen.

“Oh why?” I leaned against the counter.

“I promised he could have a cupcake or two. His girlfriend’s been bugging him all week to bring her some but the line has been so long and Louis doesn’t like waiting.”

“Ah. Well you could’ve told me… I would’ve box some up for her.” I took Niall’s box and grabbed two cupcakes and put them in a new one.

“He just texted me now.” Niall mumbled with cupcake in his mouth as he held up his phone.

After Louis came to pick up the cupcakes, Niall and him left together to go deliver them to his girlfriend.

I sat down across from Candice as she finished calculating the amount of money we made this week.

“Oh my god Harry…” She looked at me as she turned a piece of paper around in my direction.

“What?” I looked down to see a lot of numbers scrambled all over the page.

She pointed to a 4 figure number at the bottom of the page that she circled.

“This is how much we made just today….” Then she moved her finger to a 5 figure number, “And this is how much we made just these past 5 days.”

“Holy… Shit.” I exhaled slowly.

“We definitely see to order double the ingredients if your new creation is getting this popular.” She stared down at the paper, still processing the numbers.

“I agree…” I was half shocked myself, I’m so proud of my crew.

The crew finished up cleaning the kitchen and I let them all go home early telling them that I will wait for the delivery truck and unload myself.

“No way Harry! We can stay and help you.” Darren said.

“Yeah, Darren and I are just going to go grab something to eat and we’ll be back to help you, boss man.” Cliff chuckled.

“Thanks, you guys are the best.” I stood up and hooked them both in for a side hug.

After Cliff and Darren left, I insisted that the rest of the crew go home. Candice wanted to stay and finished more paper work and make sure that the delivery was correct.

“Candice, I’m going to grab some coffee down the street, would you like any?” I asked her as I grabbed my wallet from the safe under the cash register. Since we cleaned up everything, I didn’t want to turn our coffee maker back on and make a mess.

“No, thank you.” She shook her head.

It was a nice sunny day in New York, so I rolled up my sleeves as I walked down the street to the Starbucks that was a block up from my bakery.

After I ordered, I grabbed my coffee and sat down on a couch and went through the emails on my iPhone.

There were over a dozen from different magazines and news companies that wanted to interview me about my bakery and new creation. I was overwhelmed with the amount of emails that were in my inbox. I had no idea where to even begin or what to say.

I saw a guy walk by me but didn’t look up until I heard a deep British accent, “Whoa, man, that’s a sick mermaid tattoo.” 

I tilted my head up to see a Middle Eastern looking man looking down at my arm, “Oh thanks.” I saw that he had his arms covered in tattoos as well.

“Sorry, I was just walking by and I saw it on your arm. Didn’t mean to bother you.” He apologized.

“No,no problem, your body art is pretty sick too.” I smiled as I nodded at his arms.

“Thanks! Small world that you’re from England too, I hear it in your accent.” He held out his hand after he placed both coffees in one hand, “I’m originally from Bradford, Zayn.”

“Small world indeed. Harry, I’m from Holmes Chapel.” I gripped his hand.

“Anyway, I need to go deliver this while it’s hot, have a good day.” He held up the two cups of coffees in his hand.

“Thanks! You too!” I waved.

- - - - -

May 2020: Manhattan, New York City (Present Day)

Your POV

One Saturday afternoon, Sophia invited Eleanor, Katherine, and I out for lunch at one of her favorite restaurants that had a garden and patio on the rooftop of a building in Manhattan. 

After the waiter took our order, he unexpectedly brought us all cocktails and a medium sized beautiful wooden box with each of our name carved on the top, with sparkling gold paint enhancing each letter.

We all looked at Sophia, who was beaming, “Open it up!” 

I slowly opened my box up to see a small jewelry box that contained a necklace with with a tear-drop shaped pearl and the initial of my first name on a small gold pendant attached to the necklace; a small body lotion/lipgloss/perfume kit by Vera Wang; a pair of matching pearl earrings; a small gold wristlet by PRADA; a framed picture of Sophia and I and a hand written letter from Sophia with my name at the header with a gold bow on top. 

The inside of the lid of the box had the phrase ‘Will You Be My Maid of Honor?’ engraved with gold, similar to our name on the outside of the box.

“Oh… my… god…Soph…” I teared up as I looked to my right to see Sophia tearing up as well.

I threw my arms around her, “Yes! Of course! I would love too!” 

The other girls all got the same thing except theirs said, ‘Will You Be My Bridesmaid?’

We all teared up as we all said yes and made a toast to Sophia and Liam, congratulating them again.

Sophia and Liam already had picked at date, five months from now, which was going to be at the end of August, right after Liam’s birthday. Sophia said she didn’t want more than 100 guests and even that was a lot to her. She and Liam wanted something small and intimate, which didn’t surprise me at all.

August 30th, 2020 was going to be the day of their wedding. It was perfect. It was going to be during the fall, so it wouldn’t be too cold outside, since she and Liam planned for a garden wedding. 

She was very excited.

We spent the next hour and half throwing wedding detail ideas such as color schemes, dress preferences, possible venues, band or DJ, dinner dishes, etc.

“Have you met with the baker yet Sophia?” She looked excited.

“No, not yet, I’m probably going to call him sometime this week! I can’t believe Louis got me his personal number!” She clapped.

“I know! I was so jealous that he’s got to meet him! GOD! I FORGOT TO TELL YOU! He came up with this new cupcake two weeks ago and Louis got me one and it was amazing! Sophia it should be the flavor of your wedding cake!” Eleanor squealed.

“I heard about that! Our entire office won’t stop talking about it,” Katherine looked at Sophia.

“Yeah, seriously it’s one of the biggest things happening in New York right now, it was all over the news one day.” Sophia nodded as she sipped on her cocktail.

“It’s called ‘Amour aigre-douce’ right?” I took a sip of my third cocktail.

“Yeah! Have you tried it?!” Eleanor looked at me with a huge grin on her face.

“No… but one of my patients told me about it. They asked me if they were allowed to have sweets along with their new treatment… They told me that the baker did an interview about the cupcake… ‘Bittersweet Love’ is what it translates too.” I said nonchalantly.

“Y/N! YOU HAVE TO TRY IT! I KNOW YOU’LL LOVE IT!” Eleanor half yelled.

“Okay! Dang Eleanor, calm down!” I laughed as I held up my hands.

After lunch, Katherine and Sophia had to run to their office to speak to their boss about having the days off for wedding while Eleanor and I decided to meet up with Louis and Liam at the bar.

“Oy! Nice running into you again Y/N!” The very vibrant Irish man hugged me the minute he saw me.

“Nice to see you too Niall! Didn’t know you were going to be here!” 

After Eleanor kissed Louis, I gave him a hug after getting a bear hug from Liam.

“What are you trying to do to Eleanor? She won’t stop talking about those damn cupcakes you keep buying her!” I playfully hit him.

“HEY! Those cupcakes are amazing!” Niall defended him.

“Yeah! I’m not much of a sweets person, but I have to agree… Those cupcakes are pretty damn great.” Louis nodded.

“Yeah! Y/N! I promise you, you will love it! Promise me you’ll try them!” Eleanor hit my arm.

“I already said I would!” I frowned at her.

“How good are they exactly?” Liam asked as he sipped on his beer.

“Well if you guys really want to know, it’s been almost two week since the release of those cupcakes and every single day they sell out.” Niall explained.

“Damn! I should try one then.” Liam was shocked.

“Damn is right. That’s impressive.” I nodded.

Louis, Liam and Eleanor immersed themselves in a conversation about the New Yorks Knicks game that was on the TV. While Niall and I took a chance to get to know each other a bit more.

“So guess our circle is starting to be the same?” I held my drink up to Niall and he happily cheered with his beer.

“I guess so! Though you still haven’t met my best mate!” Niall took a drink of his beer.

“Yeah and you haven’t met my boyfriend. How have you been since we last talked?” I played with my glass.

“Pretty good, really busy. I’m actually suppose to go to London next week, so that’s going to be nice.”

“Really? I haven’t been back to my hometown since I was 16? So wow ten years! But I went to London for the first time in ten years for a week, this past Christmas.”

“What? You’re kidding! I go back every year! Well my family is there so that’s why I have a reason and I own a business or two over there.” He smiled at me.

“Yeah… I mean I want to go back one day, definitely want to see the town where I grew up again, but my parents moved here when I went to Harvard, then after I moved to New York for work, they moved to California, so I’m there once a year.”

“I see, I love L.A. but San Diego is where it’s at.” He winked.

“Agreed, which is where my parents live.” I grinned.

I drank a few more rounds with everyone for an hour before I decided to head to Zayn’s apartment and cook him dinner.

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Your POV

I was cutting up vegetables for the pasta dish that I was planning to cook.

“Hi babe.” He set his things on the counter, walked over to me and placed his hands on my waist and kissed me on the cheek.

“How was work?” 

Zayn placed a kissed on my shoulder, “Good, how was your day?”

He placed another kiss on my neck and another.

“Good! Sophia asked me to be her maid of honor!” I set my knife down and turned around to face him, “How am I suppose to cook if you keep kissing me?”

“How am I suppose to not kiss you when you’re wearing my shirt and boxers like that?” He pulled my body into his and placed a kiss on my lip.

I lightly bit his bottom lip as my hands came around his neck.

“Okay, screw dinner, I’m going to fuck you instead.” Zayn groaned as he picked me up and set me on the island in the middle of his kitchen, across from his stove.

I laughed and lightly pushed him off but he pinned himself in between my legs and kissed my neck, “Stop! I want to cook dinner for you!”

“I rather have you.” Zayn put his hand behind my neck and pulled my lips down onto his and passionately kissed me, I stop resisting and gave into him.

Zayn pulled off my shirt and I quickly motioned for him to turn off the stove that was boiling hot water and then his lips were all over my neck and slowly trailing down my chest as I slightly leaned back.

“Fuck…” I softly exhaled as Zayn’s mouth kissed my core that was covered with a thin blue material. Zayn stood back up and kissed my lips as his hands pulled off his boxers that I was wearing.

I was naked on the counter and completely intoxicated by Zayn. He licked his lips as he pushed me down and made me lay sprawled out on his island as his lips pleasured my core.

One of the things I loved about Zayn was when he wanted it, he didn’t care where we were, he was going to have me. We have had sex on a beach, on a boat, on a plane, in a field, in a car, and every inch of my apartment and his.

“Zayn- Zayn- I’m going- to” I breathed but then a loud scream escaped from my mouth as a wave of pleasure released throughout my body.

Zayn stood back up, pulled me up, wrapped my legs around his waist and carried me into his room.

Forty-five minutes later, we both laid side-by-side panting on his bed, satisfied, sweaty and exhausted.

Zayn slowly rolled on top of me, “So I guess we should order take-out?” 

I grinned and nodded.

“I’ll clean up the kitchen and you order us some dinner okay?” He kissed my lips then rolled out of bed. He grabbed his boxers and slipped them on before he headed into the kitchen.

I cleaned myself off before I slipped on another one of his shirts and grabbed my white and gold iPhone that was charging on his side table.

Thank god that New York never sleeps because it was already 11pm when I looked at the clock. I was glad that Zayn and I never worked on Sundays, except for when there is an emergency with one of my patients. But most Saturday nights we always stayed up late, either in or go out, and slept in on Sunday together.

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May 2020: Manhattan, New York City (Present Day)

Harry’s POV

It had been three weeks since the release of my new creation and the demand for them has not stopped. As I was prepping, adding all the ingredients in my enormous cake mixer with the help of Claudia, we talked about our weekend. Darren and Cliff were prepping on the other side of the kitchen. Vera was already starting to bake goods for the day along with another one of our newest crew members, Clarence, he was in charge of all the breads and muffins.

“My daughter just turned 16 and already she wants to have a boyfriend. What am I going to do with her Harry?” Claudia shook her head.

“What’s wrong with that? Love is a beautiful thing.” I grinned.

“Love? At 16? No. I didn’t even date until I was 21.” She looked at me.

“I was in love when I was 13 well maybe even before that but I finally realized it when I was 13.”

Ah, l’amour de votre vie?” She raised en eyebrow at me.

“Yes… the love of my life.” I smiled to myself remembering kissing her for the first time.

“I think now is a good time to tell me about her.” She nudged me.

“Okay, okay, but this stays between us. I trust you Claudia.” I gave her a smile before I turned on the mixer.

She turned an invisible key over her mouth, “Just between us.”

For the next hour as we prepped, I told Claudia about me and Y/N. How we met, to all of our play dates that eventually turned to two best friends hanging out that finally turned into dates. I told Claudia about how she made me feel, how she always believed in me and how I loved her more than anything. I felt my heart ache as I told Claudia about her. It had been years since I told anyone really, Gemma knew the whole story and was the only one. Niall only knew bits and pieces. I told my mum eventually when she visited me in France once, but it wasn’t until a year after she got remarried to my stepdad Robin and they decided to take their honeymoon to Paris. 

“So then what happened Harry?” Claudia and I started taking out the freshly baked cupcakes and let them cool as we finished whipping the bittersweet cream.

“Well… I mean distance-” I didn’t want to tell anyone about Y/N’s father talking me into breaking up with her.

“Distance? No… the way you described how much you love her and by the look in your eyes right now, you still do… Something must’ve happened. Did she break it off before she left to college?” 

“No, I did.” I sharply inhaled as I recalled that day. I still replayed it in my head every once in a while.

“What? Harry? Why?” She stopped mixing and set the bowl on the table.

“I just didn’t want to hold her back. She was aspiring to be a doctor and she had the world at her feet while I didn’t even know if I was going to even get accepted into Ferrandi.” I lied.

“Harry… I may not be a romantic person, but when you fall in love with someone the way you just spent the last hour telling me about, how you still remember the details and the little things, you just don’t let go…”

I sighed, “I know, I messed up. I should’ve fought for us but I didn’t and I regret it every day.”

“Have you tried finding her?” Claudia started scooping the bittersweet cream into the plastic bag, packing it together.

“Of course, but her parents were my only connection to her and after she moved to Boston, they followed her. When I moved to Chicago, I tried searching for her on Facebook and other social media websites, but I couldn’t find her. I eventually just gave up.”

“I’m sorry Harry.” She patted me on the back.

“No, I’m okay now. Really, it took me a long time to finally accept that I wasn’t going to see her again.”

“But you’re still holding on to her,” She looked me in the eyes.

I didn’t know what to say back because she was right, a part of me still was holding on, even after all this time.

“I’ll let go eventually.” I softly replied.

“You deserve to be happy Harry. I know that you probably feel guilty for breaking up with her all those years ago, but despite all of that, you deserve to find love again.” Claudia started squeezing the cream over each cupcake as I washed the raspberries.

“I know… I know… eventually.” I nodded as I placed three raspberries on each cupcake and then sprinkled on white pearls.

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Liam’s POV

It was a random Wednesday afternoon when I called Y/N to have lunch with me, she was swamped with work so instead of her meeting me at a restaurant, I decided to bring her her favorite Indian food from our favorite Indian restaurant.

I knocked four times on the her door, a rhythmic pattern we came up with when we lived together during medical school.

“Come in!” I heard her call and opened up to see her swamped with patient files.

“Have time for quick break?” I held up the bag of food.

“I always have time for you Liam.” She smiled as she stood and and hugged me.

“So how is everything between you and Zayn?” I asked after a few bites in.

“Good, we’re really good. I’m really happy.” She flashed me a smile.

“That’s all I want you to be.” I lightly kicked her.

“What about you? How’s wedding planning? I still can’t believe that Sophia asked me to be her maid of honor! I thought for sure it was going to be Katherine since she’s been friends with her longer.”

“What? No way, Y/N! You were the one that set us up, no way in hell anyone else could be her maid of honor. Hell, if you were a guy, you would be my best man.” I chuckled.

“Sorry I lack the anatomy for that position.” She stuck her tongue out at me.

I shook my head and took another bite of my food.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Harry until just about a few weeks ago… I know we usually tell each other everything, but when we became friends, I had already pushed him to the back of my mind.” She looked at me.

“No, I should’ve known, I mean, I felt bad not realizing it sooner since we knew each other in high school…”

“Oh well, it’s the past.”

“I’m sorry he broke your heart. You went through all that alone, didn’t you?” I placed my hand on her shoulder.

“Yeah, but it made me stronger when I finally got through it. I was afraid that I was never going to love someone again for a long time… until you came along. Then I realized loving someone and trusting someone again comes in all different forms, not just romantically.” She smiled at me before she took a bite.

I felt my heart warm, “I love you, you know that right?” I nudged her.

She nodded and smiled since she had food in her mouth.

“No seriously, I know I have sisters but you mean just as much to me as they do. You’ve been in my life for 6 years, I don’t know what I would do without you.” I began choking up.

“Liam…” She set down her food and hugged me, “I love you too.”

“Thanks for sitting next to me in class on the first day of medical school.” I cleared my throat.

“Thanks for being my best friend.” She laid her head on my shoulder.

After we finished our lunch she groaned, “Ugh.” 

“What?” I tied the bag of trash that held out empty containers.

“These patient files are giving me a migraine.” I saw her pop two pills and chase it with a cold bottle of water she pulled out of her mini fridge.

“What are you even taking?” I raised an eyebrow at her and she threw her prescription bottle at me.

“Maxalt? Why don’t you try something else like Zomig if they are that bad?” I suggested and tossed them back at her.

“Eh maybe after I finish this bottle.” She threw them back in her drawer and closed the drawer with her hip.

“Okay, well I’ll let you get back to work, see you this Friday? I think Niall and Louis invited us all our for drinks.”

“Of course, I got the text earlier today! Thanks again for lunch.” She hugged me.

“Stop thanking me, you never have to thank me punk.” I hugged her back and then opened the door to her office.

“Okay, bye loser.” She sang before I shut the door. 

Even though she was 26 and I was 27, we still acted like teenagers sometimes.

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Your POV

The last Friday of May was here and I had already worked 52 hours by 3pm that afternoon. I didn’t want to stay at work anymore since I planned to drink with everyone that evening, I wanted to go home and nap.

After I made my last rounds, I said bye to Eleanor, telling her I would see her later tonight.

As I was walking out of the hospital, my phone started ringing and vibrating in my purse, I was getting a call from Zayn, recognizing the ringtone I set for him. When I fished my phone out I hit the green accept button and answered.

“Hello?” I sang.

“Hey babe, where are you at? Did you get off early?” He asked.

“Yeah, just left the hospital.”

“Oh that’s good! Missed you! I think I should be done around five so we can meet at your place and rest before we go out tonight with everyone.”

“Missed you too! I’ll see you in a couple hours.”

After I hung up on Zayn I decided to go ahead and fulfill my promise to Eleanor and try those damn cupcakes she keeps raving about; hopefully by now New Yorkers have calmed down and there wouldn’t be a line.

I took a cab down to East 17th and paid the driver in cash.

I walked into ‘His & Hers Bakery’ and quickly scanned the place. There were about 13 customers seated and talking, enjoying their pastries and beverages and I was greeted by the same pretty blonde woman that I recognize from the first time I was here a month ago.

“Good afternoon!” She smiled at me. 

I glanced at her name tag and saw ‘Candice’ engraved in it, “Hi there! Do you happen to have anymore of the ‘Amour aigre-douce’ cupcakes?” I smiled at her.

“Actually, we have a batch coming out.” She looked at the clock on the wall.

“Oh great! I would love four of them!” I nodded.

“Yeah let me just go check how much longer it’ll be until they’re done.” She said before she disappeared through the kitchen doors.

I slowly walked through the bakery, looking at all the breads, cookies and beautiful pastries that were behind the multiple glass counters. When I finally reached the counter full of cupcakes, I squatted down to study the beautiful designs that the pastry chef had carefully put all his hard work into.

I was so amazed at all the different designs, I didn’t hear the footsteps behind me. 

I wanted to just buy them all just so I can look at them all day. They were so pretty. Too pretty to eat.

“Hello, are you guest waiting for the ‘Amour aigre-douce’ cupcakes?” 

I froze as I stared into the glass counter in front of me.

I know that voice.


No. It can’t be. 

I felt my throat dry, my legs weaken. 

I slowly stood up as heard my heart beating louder and louder against my ears.

I felt my heart clenching, praying that it wasn’t him.

I slowly turned around and was met by the pair of green eyes that I could never forget.

The ones that haunted me for years and years.

He dropped the turquoise box that was in his hands as his eyes widened.

Ten years. 

It has been ten years since I’ve seen him and just like ten years ago, I lost the ability to breathe when I looked into his eyes.

“Y/N?” His voice was barely a whisper.


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